[Remus was very much my character back in the day too. I am glad to see when he still gets love, I just can't really feel it anymore myself. JKR's take on romance has always been the most vapid, pedestrian part of her writing, imo, and the epilogue just encapsulates that--this banal hetero fantasy where the pinnacle and peak of love is embodied by the reproduction of a couple into miniature versions of themselves. It's like watching one of those really old school Tom and Jerry cartoons with the line of mini clone "babies" at the end. SMH. Ahem. ANYWAY. Haha, no worries on the gender thing! DW RP has always been a space with fewer guys relatively speaking anyway. I'm not fussed. We can just both sit here being dorks over Sir Patrick and Sir Ian and the gift that they gave us all when they decided to be a part of the X-Men franchise. /happy sigh. And OH! I see--yes, I would have been quite surprised to discover a Kylo Ren in my inbox where Charles ought to be! lol]
"I am really a plant," Aurus confirmed with a nod. This was, he knew, a rather difficult point for many humans who assumed that, on a very fundamental level, walking was the purview of animals alone. He was utterly fascinated by her comment about Andrew though--did the boy have power over plants? How utterly fascinating.
He did very much appreciate her insight though, and he could tell her quite honestly, "Oh, it's all right. I'm not mad. I'm interested. Maybe he'll decide to come talk to me further."
Then he raised his hand to wave goodbye to her with a smile as she departed. "Goodbye Petra. I'm sure I'll see you soon." After all, the school wasn't that big.
As to the dragons...well, Aurus was very good natured about the whole thing, but he did tactfully try to point out to the children that some of the things they described seemed a lot more like drakes. Small drakes. Or possibly even skale or skelks.
He was actually quite interested in the made up stories though--the sorts of tales that people told could illuminate quite a lot about them. A story about dragons hoarding gold, for example, or about kidnapping princesses--these sorts of stories expressed something that seemed very cultural. Admittedly, though, Aurus couldn't quite understand some of the motivations, like what a dragon would want with a princess (or gold) in the first place, and he didn't for a moment hesitate to admit to the students that it didn't make much sense to him. Maybe one of them would be able to explain.
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"I am really a plant," Aurus confirmed with a nod. This was, he knew, a rather difficult point for many humans who assumed that, on a very fundamental level, walking was the purview of animals alone. He was utterly fascinated by her comment about Andrew though--did the boy have power over plants? How utterly fascinating.
He did very much appreciate her insight though, and he could tell her quite honestly, "Oh, it's all right. I'm not mad. I'm interested. Maybe he'll decide to come talk to me further."
Then he raised his hand to wave goodbye to her with a smile as she departed. "Goodbye Petra. I'm sure I'll see you soon." After all, the school wasn't that big.
As to the dragons...well, Aurus was very good natured about the whole thing, but he did tactfully try to point out to the children that some of the things they described seemed a lot more like drakes. Small drakes. Or possibly even skale or skelks.
He was actually quite interested in the made up stories though--the sorts of tales that people told could illuminate quite a lot about them. A story about dragons hoarding gold, for example, or about kidnapping princesses--these sorts of stories expressed something that seemed very cultural. Admittedly, though, Aurus couldn't quite understand some of the motivations, like what a dragon would want with a princess (or gold) in the first place, and he didn't for a moment hesitate to admit to the students that it didn't make much sense to him. Maybe one of them would be able to explain.